High Plains Drifter – By Sam Hoye
Published By Sam Hoye • Aug 8th, 2010 • Category: Poetry
Dry throat from dry air. Cracked leather, Callused fingers, maple handle, steel barrel. Three-day stubble on his face weathered face. Eyes are slits, mouth is gnarled. Tobacco juice drips slightly as he spits. He wipes it away with the back of his hand. A horse lies dying and a man lies screaming, “Save me. I [...]